☕️ Alice’s Mad Tea Party Presents:
🫖 Alice Spills the Tea: The Curse of the Red Cloak
Well, well, well. Gather ‘round, darlings, because this one’s a doozy. The kind of twisted tale that makes you question everything you think you know about 4EverMore. Let me spill the tea on a little secret from long, long ago—a secret that still haunts some of us to this day.
It all began with a red cloak.
Ah, yes, the infamous Red Cloak. It wasn't always just a fashion statement. No, no. That cloak has a history—one that, if you're lucky, you’ll never have the misfortune of learning about firsthand.
You see, the Red Cloak was originally forged by the very first of the Red Witches, a witch named Vespera. She was the leader of the Red Coven and the most feared and powerful witch to ever walk the land of 4EverMore. Her magic wasn’t just dark; it was cursed. That’s right. The cloak she wore wasn’t just a symbol of her authority—it was a vessel of pure, unrelenting vengeance.
The legend says that when Vespera was betrayed by her own sister, a fellow witch, the cloak became an instrument of vengeance. Vespera was known for turning her enemies to stone, her spells leaving those who crossed her frozen in time, unable to move, speak, or even think. But when her sister—her own sister—betrayed her trust and took the life of someone dear to her, Vespera’s wrath took on a new form.
She wove the cloak with threads of sorrow, anger, and the very essence of betrayal. The curse? Simple. Anyone who wore the cloak would become consumed by the same rage and thirst for revenge that Vespera herself had felt in her final moments.
Now, here’s where it gets really interesting—because you’ll never guess who was the unwitting next victim of the cloak’s curse.
Yours truly.
Oh, don’t look at me like that! I wasn’t the one who cursed myself, darling. But you see, many, many centuries ago, I made the unfortunate decision to “borrow” the Red Cloak for one of my little excursions. I was young, impetuous, and let’s be honest, I wasn’t exactly known for making the best decisions.
So, there I was, walking around in this stunning red cloak, feeling all powerful and invincible. What could possibly go wrong?
Everything. Everything went wrong.
I wore the cloak for just one night—and before the sun even rose, I had committed a series of mildly regrettable actions. First, I turned a very innocent tavern owner into a rat because he looked at me the wrong way. (I was young! And the guy was rude, alright?) Then, I may have… accidentally—oh, who am I kidding?—I definitely cursed an entire village for refusing to serve me a second drink. Just because I was in the mood for a little spicy revenge.
I woke up the next morning with no recollection of my actions, only to find out I had unknowingly started a very small war between two rival clans. Oops.
The cloak, of course, was gone by then. But the memories of that night? Oh, they lingered, darling. They lingered, as they always do. And what’s worse, the curse stuck to me for years afterward. Every time I let my anger get the better of me, I’d feel the cloak’s power surge within me, urging me to do something rash, reckless, and usually destructive.
It took me centuries to shake off the curse’s hold. And you know what the worst part was?
The Red Witches? They knew. They always knew. And they never warned me.
Now, I see that red cloak, fluttering in the breeze every now and then, and I can’t help but wonder: How many others have fallen victim to its power?
But don't worry, darlings. This is just a chapter in my long, chaotic story. No harm done, right?
(Except for the war. And the rat. And the destruction of that village, but who's counting?)
So, take this little lesson to heart: Not all cloaks are just a fashion statement. Some are carrying centuries-old curses that will change your life forever. Trust me. You don’t want to borrow anything that powerful.
That’s all for today, my darlings. Now go, and remember—when the Red Cloak calls, don't answer. Just walk the other way.
